Chapter 25: Tattoos and ChivalryJohn lurched into a sitting position. His heart rang in his ears, and his skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. He managed to close his lips around the scream working its way up his throat. He couldn’t sort out what were remnants of his dream and what was reality.
The room didn’t look like it should, but it wasn’t the room from his nightmare, either. This wasn’t Gregor’s bedroom, it was his, but the light spilling in shouldn’t be there. With a shuddering breath, he rubbed his eyes. A heavily tattooed arm was resting on the cover next to him. John trailed the ink with his eyes; the morning light coming from the open door fell right on Zachary. He was turned away from John, balancing on the edge of the mattress as if afraid to crowd him…as always.
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